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Not In It For The Attention, Mind You… XXVII

Thursday, February 26th, 2009

Today was kind of an interesting day. This is what our Sitemeter summary looked like, right before lunchtime…five digits before midday.

For perspective — “Today,” that field filled in with the 10,000, is reset at 0 every day at midnight. It goes up by one every time we get a visitor. If memory serves, The Blog That Nobody Reads previously had a record of 2,100+something, midnight-to-midnight.

We beat that today somewhere around 5:30 a.m. By the time I became aware of what was going on, it was approaching 6,000 and the sun hadn’t yet come up. And now? Our 30-day recap looks something like this —

Hope that doesn’t cause global warming.

So what happened? Some guy who claims to be married to one of our favorite bloggresses, Dr. Helen*, linked to us. It was the Venn Diagram. It got Inst’d, and then things took off from there…guess it must have hit a nerve. Instapundit is pretty much the capitol of blogs. You’ll see we got linked behind the word “heh” and that was enough to get the meters exploded.

Hopefully, we make some more friends out of this. We’ll see.

*Let it be clearly understood, that’s a tease, not a slam. We’re big fans of both husband and wife — they’re both on our short list of Google Reader subscriptions, and have been for awhile. She thinks, he links. Great stuff. And it’s good to see they’re scouring for their material at all levels…even way, way down here.

Heh.

Cross-posted at Right Wing News.

Aerodynamically Impossible

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

We’re watching Blue Thunder. Kind of a long story…my son and I were looking at what Buck’s kid is doing to revive the economy, and we got to talking about motorcycles. So he asked me if I ever jumped over something, and I had to explain the concept of having once done something that was really stupid, and in one’s wiser years, being unwilling to ever, ever do it again, in any circumstances. Even if it wasn’t filmed.

Which is not a simple possible concept to understand, when you’re male, unbreakable and eleven.

So we got onto the subject of what the late Roy Scheider’s character said about looping a helicopter, and we decided to pop it in.

By the way, it is possible…as I learned here. And here’s your YouTube clip.

As for the dumb thing I did on a two-wheeler, aw, don’t ask. You know how all that stuff works…twenty-one years ago…a million things could’ve gone wrong and I didn’t think of a single one of ’em…et cetera. All the pieces fell into place, no one got hurt, nothing broken, and it’s nothing but a great story to tell. Which I’m not telling. Watch the damn helicopter.

I Made a New Word XXIV

Saturday, February 14th, 2009

That previous post has me thinking back on my twenty-one years in information technology…which is a long enough time, that when I started, very few people were calling it information technology. They called it “programming.” There was a wall dividing Germany, the President’s name was Reagan, and no one needed more than 640k.

I’m not going to write about the 21 years here. Not now, and probably not ever.

But if I did…I’d have to invent a new word. So I might as well do that anyway:

Un-boss (n.)

As zits might pop up on your face if you don’t wash it often enough, the un-boss pops up in workplaces that don’t pay close enough attention to how they’re organized. Some loudmouth who fancies himself as possessing, or God help you actually works himself into the position of possessing, all of the authority with regard to determining what your job is and how well you’re doing it — with none of the associated responsibility.

Someone who fixates, and not quietly, on the opinion he has about others…and might do very well at paying some closer attention to the opinions others have of him. But won’t.

See Seagull Manager.

Looking back on it, I’ll bet it I added up all the time I had to work around some un-boss who was trying to use his gift-of-gab to become my pretend-boss, it would probably add up to just five percent or less. Feels more like eighty. Just like, a year of being married to a bad wife feels like forty.

The Less Sense You Make, The More Help You Get

Sunday, February 1st, 2009

I knew I wasn’t the only one doing this. Natalie has been doing exactly the same thing.

Her legs look much nicer. And even if they didn’t, she’d still be much more fun to watch. You do not…do not…repeat, do not want to watch me dealing with one of those machines. You do not. And if you are watching, in the same room, get ready to duck because a cordless phone’s going to be flying across the room in a few moments.

I don’t do well in the department of pretending to have a coherent conversation with someone when they, and I, both fully understand this isn’t what is taking place. I know good manners involve keeping up that illusion, but this is my Achilles’ Heel. And if it’s a machine pretending to be helpful and not being helpful, that doesn’t lower my frustration one little bit. I get that funny gleam in my eye Bill Bixby used to get in his, my veins all stick out, my skin turns green and my muscles swell up until my shirt rips. It’s not a pretty sight.

Enough about that. Watch how Nat deals with it. Good looking, classy young lady solving a vexing problem in a practical, constructive way.

Poe’s Law (or What the Hell Was That About?)

Sunday, February 1st, 2009

I put up the previous post in response to the stated wishes of a couple of good friends (lib-rulz) with whom we were dining last night, who helped us turn the local Hooters restaurant into an arguing-about-politics free-for-all.

I’m pretty sure we would’ve gotten thrown out of the place if it was a nice over-priced dinner spot, with a piano tinkling away off in the corner, where you’re required to wear a necktie. As it was, this was the place with girls young enough to be my daughter parading around in clingy tank tops and orange short-shorts, so nobody even noticed the…”BUSH! CHENEY! OBAMESSIAH! UNCONSTITUTIONAL! LACK OF SPECIFICITY! IMPEACH! GUANTANAMO! HOPE AND CHANGE! EXPENSIVE CLOTHES! BLAH BLAH BLAH!” coming from our corner.

The point made by my opposition, as I understand it, is that this is the dawn of a new age and the one thing Republicans and democrats need to start doing, toot-sweet, is figure out how to come-together and get-along to solve all the nation’s problems.

And oh by the way, Sarah Palin is a dumbshit, you need to agree with that too.

I just love that stuff. My patented technique has been so effective that I have no qualms whatsoever about publishing it in a blog. I just inquire, with that little halo shining away over my innocent li’l head, “If we’re all going to come together to solve problems, shouldn’t one of the first things upon which we agree, be that you really shouldn’t jump to conclusions about whether someone’s a skull-fucking idiot until after you’ve personally met them and had a chance to determine it for yourself?” There’s no problem with disclosing the secret superweapon to the enemy, because it is absolutely airtight. You can 1) agree, 2) disagree, or 3) change the subject. That is all.

If you agree, then the rule applies to Sarah Palin. Then you have to engage in this hilarious mad-scramble of trying to think of Republicans who’ve tried to circulate talking points about such-and-such a democrat being an idiot. Which is a contest you really don’t want to get started…you really don’t. The tendency is for Republicans to not so much say “Al Gore is an idiot,” as to say, “Why am I supposed to think Al Gore is smart?” which is quite different. Deciding, in proxy, on behalf of someone else, that a third-person that no one in proximity is ever gonna meet, is a clueless jerk, is a decidedly left-wing tactic.

And then there’s the bonus: You have to admit that your party-bosses are telling you what’s going on, and you’ve been lettin’ ’em get away with it.

If you disagree, then you didn’t really mean it when you uttered the empty bromides about dropping antiquated resentments and learning to work together. You just want your side to WIN, WIN, WIN. Party above country.

And if you change the subject…well, you automatically lose, of course.

Anyway, the fantasy was thrown upon the conversational table, repeatedly, that “Morgan’s blog should get hacked.” This came after it was proven that The Blog That Nobody Reads, hadn’t been read by the people criticizing it — proven beyond any doubt whatsoever. How are people who don’t know how to find a blog, going to hack it? But just in case my friends decided to look it up, I thought I’d accommodate them. Make ’em feel good. Because being a liberal is all about feeling good; it’s never about actually solving problems.

Most tellingly, I never got a single response about this “bailout” plan, which further supports my theory that nobody sees anything good about it.

Wouldn’t your chosen deity or angel be weary if you were to approach Him, or Her, or It, and humbly inquire how mere mortals can figure out what a mistake looks like before they make it? Imagine the holy frustration as your cosmic force utters back at you the plain truth of it: “A plan is probably bad if nobody is willing to state for the record that they think it’s any good. Now tell me please, why do you mortals keep doing these things?” But the bailout is on the table. Here we go again.

Also, I have now bet $50 that Obama is a one-termer. Or $100. I can’t remember if I shook one hand, or two. We should really get that cleared up sometime soon.

One other point I’m glad got made…

…in the endless pantheon of political scandals, I can’t think of any single one for which I have less respect than the “Sarah Palin’s clothes cost a lot of money” thing. I don’t think I’d ever find one if I studied the whole shebang, going all the way back to Ancient Greece. It’s just plain stupid. Stupid, as in, leaving your turn signal flashing for a dozen miles. If you have a working brain, you’re insulting it, and it should jump out of your own skull and slap you silly right across the face, for giving so many total strangers substantial reason to think it’s not in there. The same way your mother should slap you across the face for using crappy table manners, and giving total strangers substantial reason to think she didn’t teach you any good ones.

How much loot did John McCain’s clothes cost, anyway? Joe Biden? Barack Obama? It’s blatant sexism…or, it must be something else, because I didn’t hear anyone question how much money Hillary’s pantsuits cost, either.

So anyway, no, The Blog That Nobody Reads didn’t get hacked. It was a private joke with some good friends, the kind of friends with whom it’s a real pleasure to break bread and suck down good wine, or whatever, even if you don’t agree on everything. And regarding the kinds of liberals who really want to hack away at blogs they find disagreeable…oh, they are out there…and Poe’s Law does apply. Some things are so outlandish, they can’t really be parodied. So I’ll be among the first to say that I should really keep my day job — it was not good satire — all I could do, was envision the Crocodiles in Stephan Pastis’ comic strip, imagining one of their typical interactions with Zebra. It is a pretty close resemblance — to the typical Obama-worshipping lib, not to my pals from last night. You know who I mean. The liberals who comment on blogs, insisting everything is the way they say it is, just because they’re saying it, and it’s somehow your job to take them oh-so-seriously because they’ve got a community college degree in whatever. Even though they can’t spell anything right.

Morgan’s Stupid Repuke Blog Hacked By Sooper Smart Liberals! Ha Ha!

Saturday, January 31st, 2009

That morgan freeman guy think just because he sum kind of softwear enginear and he been in all those movies with ashlee jud that he some kind of no-it-all but we hacked his precious blog!!1! He big fat stupid repuke guy who eat meat but we show him good!! It is a golden age of hope and change and morgan freeman needs to learn to get behind Obama rite now and stop making his big dumb stupid movies!!1!

Morgan freeman supposed to no something about network security and stuff but we hacked his site so this is really sweet!! We did!! We are smart liberals so you dumb repubs on morgan freeman’s blog you need to stop listening to Rush and do what Obama say! You do it now!!

You here us morgan freeman? That shawshank movie you made was so dum! It was! Timothy robbins was the only good thing in it and you sucked big time!! You need wake up morgan freeman it a whole new country now, we liberals are running the show now and we all about diversitee and tolerance and more tolerance until the whole place is bursting with tolerance and stupid repukes like you can’t take it anymore and start barfing and begging us “please liberals stop drowning me in this tolerance stuff because I big stupid repukelican and I can’t take it no more” but we keep on doing it!! Because wee’re all about tolerance and we’re going to keep on tolerating everything and making you tolerate things too, and if you get in our way of tolerating things we’re going to put our big liberal boots right up your neocon asses!!1! Take that!!

Hope and change!! Hope and change!!

Hamilton Farms Billboard Watch

Sunday, January 25th, 2009

Washington State residents who are familiar with the area around Exit 72 on I-5, know this billboard well. The older Alfred Hamilton passed away in 2004, but his eccentric billboard habit, and therefore his legacy, lives on.

First time I ever saw the billboard it said —

IF DUKAKIS WINS
KEEP ONE HAND
ON YOUR WALLET

And the last time I saw it, yesterday, the message was…

HEY ALASKA
WANT TO TRADE
GOVERNORS?

Yeah. My kind of people.

Three Thousandth One

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

Three-thousandth post, that is. That works out to about 1.7 or 1.8 per day.

Have a wonderful inauguration, everybody.

Godspeed, George.

Good luck in the new job, Barack.

Obamaniacs, I hope, in the week ahead, you learn to accept things as they are — practice makes perfect. It’s one of the prices to be paid for having your guy in charge of things: You can’t whine about being disenfranchised anymore. Kind of a defeat-disguised-as-victory thing…you’ll just have to learn to adapt.

See you in a few days, hotel innernets permitting.

Update 1/19/08: Workin’ pretty good here, and the accommodations/facilities/services are worthy of recommendation overall.

Common theme in all the magazines and newspapers: He’s Still Awesome And Great!!

So odd. The question I think would be on the minds of everyone who still has questions, is: What exactly is He going to do? How He goes about making His decisions, and how His upcoming coronation makes everyone feeeeeeel, by now would be sinking to the bottom of the list. I would further think that among those who would be true converts to the cause at this late date, those not yet on-board such as yours truly, this sequencing would be even more acute — decision-making content first, decision-making how-He-goes-about-it last. Don’t wanna know how He makes decisions. Heard it. Heard it all. Been saturated with it for two solid years.

And yet it keeps coming at us. All of us. Not like a drip drip drip out of the faucet, more like a zoom zoom zoom on the freeway at rush hour. What He’s thankful for. What’s important to Him. How He thinks. How He feels.

Oh well, what else is to be expected in the first year after American journalism truly died. It’ll be fascinating watching the fatigue inevitably set in. Nothing bores so many, so acutely, and so quickly, as a monarchy.

American Press
1775-2008
Suicide

Not In It For The Attention, Mind You… XXVI

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009

For the third time in my life, my name has been spelled correctly. Andrea Shea King, writing in WorldNetDaily, “Surfin’ Safari” —

Heh. Cool.

How did that thing get started? Actually, the tagline is as old as we are (the blog). There really wasn’t anybody reading it.

Some of our regular readers make the claim they are more deserving of this silly little catchphrase, and have the statistics to prove it, but respect the trademark/patent nevertheless (which, officially, we don’t even have). This speaks very highly for them, as well as for the rest of the nobodies who don’t stop by to not read anything.

We’re pleased you got so thoroughly stuck, Ms. King.

How Have I Changed

Thursday, January 1st, 2009

Plucked from NakedJen. Modified with my own stuff, of course.

1.) How old were you 10 years ago? 32
2.) Where did you go to school? 10 year’s ago? Nowhere
3) Where did you work?: Decline to state
4) Where did you live? Third floor, apartment building, at top of a cliff overlooking the city. Kinda cool.
5.) Where did you hang out? Home
6.) Did you wear glasses? No
7.) Who was your best friend? Decline to state
8.) How many tattoos did you have? 0
9.) How many piercings did you have? 0
10) What car did you drive?: 1989 Toyota Corolla GTS with 250,000 miles on it
11.) Had you been to a real party? Yes
12.) Had you had your heart broken? Decline to state

———–5 years ago———–
1.) How old were you?: 37
2.) Where did you go to school? Nowhere
3.) Where did you work? Decline to state
4.) Where did you live? 500 feet away from where I am right now…interesting story there.
5.) Where did you hang out? Starbucks
6.) Did you wear glasses? No
7.) Who was your best friend? Decline to state
8.) How many piercings? 0
9.) How many tattoos did you have?: 0
10.) Had you been to a real party?: Yes
11.) What car did you drive?: Corolla with 290,000 miles on it
12.) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divorced?: Divorced

—————-2 years ago——————-
1.) How old were you?: 40
2.) Where did you go to school? Nowhere
3.) Where did you work? Decline to state
4.) Where did you live? In a modest little apartment behind an upscale sushi restaurant
5.) Where did you hang out?: That sushi restaurant
6.) Did you wear glasses? nope
7.) Who was your best friend? Decline to state
8.) How many tattoos did you have?: 0
9.) How many piercings did you have? 0
10.) What car did you drive?: Corolla with 330,000 miles on it
11.) Had your heart been broken? Decline to state
12.) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Divorced

——————–Today——————–
1.) How old are you?: 42
2.) Where do you go to school? Nowhere
3.) Where do you work? Decline to state, but it’s not that hard to find if you go looking
4.) Where do you live? Right here
5.) Do you wear glasses? No
6.) Where do you hang out? Wherever she takes me, and it always ends up being my favorite
7.) Do you talk to your old friends? Probably not as much as I should
8.) How many piercings do you have: 0
9.) How many tattoos?: 0
10.) What kind of car do you have? Late-model Honda Civic. Couldn’t push that Toyota any further.
11.) Has your heart been broken? Decline to state
12.) Are you Single/Taken/Married/Divorce? Divorced/very-taken.

There are no instructions to “tag” anyone this, so I’ll just leave this one flappin’ in the breeze.

My Dirty Jobs

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

Gerard tagged us…because Anchoress tagged him.

The rules as I understand them —

It’s simple. Just list all the jobs you’ve had in your life, in order. Don’t bust your brain: no durations or details are necessary, and feel free to omit anything that you feel might tend to incriminate you. I’m just curious. And when you’re done, tag another five bloggers you’re curious about.

Oh-kay. Here we goes…

 • Paperboy
 • Babysitter
 • Lawnmower guy
 • Typist
 • Data entry clerk
 • Computer networking office know-it-all guy
 • Database programmer
 • Software consultant
 • Kelly Girl
 • Office phone answerer guy
 • Affirmative Action statistics compiler reports guy
 • Software Design and Maintenance Specialist
 • Software Engineer
 • Cloak ‘n Dagger Office Politics Shitstorm Tattletale guy (not my choice, long story, don’t ask)
 • Lightning Rod for Wife’s Frustrations with Life
 • Single-Wide Trailer Inhabiting Redneck Yokel
 • Software Engineer, Again
 • Software Consultant
 • Office Scapegoat
 • Design-By-Contract Requirements Coordinator
 • Version Control Administrator
 • LAN Administrator
 • Database programmer, again
 • Workstation Image Architect
 • Client/Server Network Computing Engineer
 • Senior Network Systems Engineer
 • Y2K Mud-Wrestling Engineer (Guess what year it is, by now)
 • HIPAA Team Lead
 • HIPAA Project Lead
 • Cryptology Technician
 • Computer Forensics Technician
 • HIPAA Project Manager
 • DITSCAP Project Manager
 • DIACAP Project Manager
 • Single Dad
 • Unemployed Bum
 • Project Management Consultant
 • Unemployed Bum, Again
 • Waterer of Girlfriend’s Tomatoes
 • Senior Software Engineer
 • Guy In Parking Lot Yelling At You For Taking His Space When Christmas Shopping
 • Christmas Present Wrapper Guy, and Folder of Laundry

Okay, happy now?

I tag…

Buck
Phil
Duffy
Becky the Girl in Short Shorts
Karol

Question About The Blog That Nobody Reads

Friday, December 19th, 2008

As has been noted many times, all the way back to the days when it was literally true…this blog, the blog you’re reading now, has a “virtual trademark” on the phrase “The Blog That Nobody Reads,” thanks to the civilized behavior of some of those nobodies who read it and have blogs of their own — and can, they claim, present statistics proving they are more deserving of brandishing this as a tagline.

Civilization will prevail, so the slogan is ours. Finders keepers losers weepers.

Here’s the question. Since we get to keep this, does that make us the electronic counterpart to the New York Times?

Procrastinators Rewarded

Friday, December 19th, 2008

Yay, they’re all doing it for me because I’m so awesome.

Christmas shopping procrastinators rewarded with great web deals.

One question: With great hordes of people of all ages, shapes and sizes meandering throughout the mall corridors, many of ’em walking backwards, yakking away on their iPhones…how come we all aren’t procrastinators? That’s looking more and more to me like hell-on-earth every damn year.

Been Both, Been Neither, Currently One But Not the Other

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

(But, I’m fairly sure this damn thing is a sinus infection.)

H/T: Gerard.

Can’t Go In Today

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

Staying home sick, which means I really am.

Memo For File LXXVII

Thursday, December 11th, 2008

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Morgan Rule Number One lately — which says:

If I’m going to be accused, I want to be guilty.

There are a lot of reasons for my thinking about that right about now. We’re just coming off a two-year-long Presidential election, and I’ve been up to my ears like everyone else in all this talk about whether X is a “good guy” or not. We spend an abundance of energy trying to sort out whether this-guy or that-guy is a good guy. I don’t know why we do this. I think deep down, we all understand Barack Obama can be a wonderful guy and still botch quite a few things; John McCain can be a dirty rotten creepy jerk (DRCJ) and still make a lot of good decisions.

Maybe it’s television. When I was a little kid, it was very popular to have these things called action TV shows, which lasted roughly an hour, and aired about eight or nine o’clock weeknights. Pretty much every minute of that hour was spent proving over and over again what a good guy the main character was. He’d do wonderful ordinary things, like gettin’ down to the latest tunes in a honky-tonk bar or discoteque. And then he’d do wonderful amazing things like jumping over a grain silo in an orange car yelling “yee haw!” Or clocking a bad guy in the jaw with his fist. (Back in those days, you could get hit in the face a hundred times with another man’s fist and suffer no structural damage or even any bruising; a swift karate chop between your shoulder blades, however, would knock you out for a couple hours.) Ordinary or extraordinary, it was all wonderful.

He’d put his arm lovingly across the back of the tender doe-eyed vixen of tonight’s episode, and sensitively tell her that her stepfather’s drinking problem was not her fault and she’d have to stop blaming herself. Of course, as an amateur psychologist, every word he said was gospel, even though this was a guy who chose to wear cowboy boots when chasing bad guys on foot.

You know, we really should have known better. When those shows were on, we had a nice southern peanut farmer in the White House who was about as nice a guy as you’d ever want. Sure, I never saw him jump an orange car over a grain silo, but he was generally regarded as a Good Man. Even all these years later, most people think he’s a Good Man. Even people of different political leanings than his, will grudgingly acknowledge this. At least, the ones who haven’t been paying attention to the pus-filled rancid rot that so regularly spews out of this guy’s cakehole. Today, only by paying close attention can you come to the conclusion that Jimmy Carter is an asshole.

But back then, even the people who followed political events, were convinced he was some kind of super-duper-Messiah guy. Not Jesus, but a really nice man come to deliver us from our own inherent nastiness.

Know what happened?

He screwed up everything he touched. Foreign-policy, stagflation, unemployment, energy, hostages…etc., etc., etc. Jimmy Carter would take charge at noon; by seven o’clock that evening, everything that could possibly be busted, would be.

Therein lies the problem with proving what a good guy you are. If you’ve proven it once, you shouldn’t have to prove it again, like Buck Rogers or Those Duke Boys or Dr. David Banner or Steve Austin or Walker Texas Ranger. And people shouldn’t be spending that much time or energy wondering about it.

There is another reason I’ve been thinking about the Morgan Rule.

Blogger friend JohnJ referred me to an unusually informative article over on — of all places — Cracked Magazine. Really. Y’all gotta go check this out.

5 Government Programs That Backfired Horrifically

No, it’s not a bunch of Bush-bashing about the invasion of Iraq. America figures in to only two-and-a-half of them. Your list is…

#5. Prohibition
#4. Glasnost
#3. The Strategic Hamlet Program
#2. The Enlarged Homestead Act of 1909
#1. China’s Great Leap Forward

I’m glad to have an excuse to highlight this one. I think more people need to understand the correlation between dimwitted government programs, and waking up one morning with a trantula the size of a poodle sitting on your face. (Fair disclosure: My grandparents were those people, and they worked through the situation okay. The chronicles scribbled down by those who lived through it, all agree, though, that it wasn’t easy and it wasn’t too much fun.)

Now read that, from top to bottom. Do you see what I see?

Yup. An essential pillar of all five plans…sometimes stated, sometimes not…is…

And after it all falls into place, everyone will be forced to recognize that we are really, really good people.

Why is this a bad idea. Why, in fact, does this always seem to lead to disaster.

The hitch in the giddy-up is a simple one: People will think whatever they want to. This is the simple truism people in power seem to forget, after not too long a time. The worst plans all have it in common that they’ll convince people whoever made the plan, was “good.” In reality, even if the plan turns out to be a roaring success…and this really hasn’t happened very often…the most likely outcome is that after a few years, people can’t remember whose idea it was. There really is no such thing as a plan that will force the common people, to think any identifiable band of elite people, are good. People think what they want to think.

On the other hand, the best plans are the ones that end with “And then people will think about us, the architects of the plan, whatever they damn well want. But at least the plan will be effective.”

These are two diametrically-opposed styles of thinking about plans.

This is why America is a good country: It doesn’t rush to the front of that big pack of countries desperately trying to prove how generically wonderful their leaders are. Quite to the contrary, America is founded on the non-negotiable platform that our leaders are lousy, lying, drunken, dirty-rotten-creepy-jerks. Not so much that, but they require constant oversight.

It’s a precious part of our legacy. And I’m afraid we’re going to lose it on January 20. Millions of my fellow citizens are already convinced that if an idea came out of the mouth of the iPresident-Elect Man-God Modern-Messiah, it must be a good idea.

Face it, Obamatons: Barack Obama could do all five of those things on that list, all over again. He could do ’em before breakfast. After they turn out the same way they did before, you’d still think His poop doesn’t stink.

And that’s fine. An incoming President, by definition, should be popular. Just not to the point where everyone’s distracted from the central issue of whether his ideas are good or not.

Because I think it’s been demonstrated, by now, that governments like ours are at their least effective when they are 1) turned over to people who’ve proven what decent wonderful nice guys they are, and then 2) thrust into a bunch of feel-good experiments designed to prove what is supposed to have already been proven.

Gosh, you know, someone should start a country that is dedicated to not repeating such failures. We could have some, like, really really super-important pieces of paper to remind us not to think that highly of our leaders, so they won’t be tempted to launch such hairbrained schemes to prove what decent guys they are. We could call one of ’em the Declaration of Independence and the other one, the Konstitooshyun…

Seriously, though. I think that’s what the Founding Fathers were trying to do. I think this is exactly what their concern was. Here we are learning it all over again, the hard way, as if we have some internal wiring that compels us to live as serfs within a monarchy. The whole “Make This Guy Think That Guy Is Wonderful” is nothing but a fool’s errand…for both sides. It’s true outside of governments, too. When people are constantly proving what good people they are, something bad is about to happen. It’s a much better option, once you’re accused of something, to just go ahead and be guilty of it if you aren’t already. Because experience has taught me you might as well — people don’t change their minds about things after they have ’em made up. And if you have to work that hard to prove something, you’re probably hiding something ugly, and you’re probably hiding it from yourself.

Just a little thing to think about, in the weeks and years ahead.

Thing I Know #272. When people accuse you of doing something or being something and it isn’t true; when it comes as a surprise to you that anyone would think such a thing about you; I’ve found it is a mistake to put any effort into proving them wrong. If they’re sincere, something is coloring their perception, and whatever it is, it’s outside of your control. If they’re not, then they’re trying to get you to do something that’s probably contrary to your interests. Either way — you aren’t going to change their minds. Don’t try.

Thing I Know #273. This is the flip-side to TIK #272. When you want someone to do something, and you don’t have the authority to force them to, it’s contrary to their interests, and they’ve figured out it’s contrary to their interests or they’re plenty bright enough to figure out it’s contrary to their interests — accuse them of something. It’s your only option. Make sure they aren’t guilty of it. If they’re guilty, they’ll resign themselves to the fact that you’ve figured them out; if they’re not guilty, they’ll do anything you want to prove it. Then you just tie that in to what you want them to do.

Freebergfinger

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Blogger friend Buck wants to know what makes G. Gordon Liddy, in the mind of anyone, an appealing spokesman on behalf of anything — let alone an investment vehicle. Good question.

I’ve opined on much here, but this is something upon which I’ve opined only over there. At least one other commenter thinks I might possibly have a point. Which I find comforting, because this is one thing upon which I’m likely to stake some real largess, very soon…

I’ve had this theory in my head since about…1981 or so (right after learning my lesson). That if your investment plan is to simply buy as much gold as you can get your hands on whenever a democrat is President, you’ll end up very, very far ahead.

I have never fired up a spreadsheet and put my theory to a quarter-by-quarter test. But I probably will now, because what your convicted felon is pointing out is very much in line with my evil sinister plans. I could make some pretty impressive wagers right now about where I think the price of Au is going to be in 2012, and I’d make them with confidence.

There’s better than even odds, in a year I’ll have a report on how well my plan to achieve world domination has done. Hope it’s a good one.

Mint julip, anyone?

I Dun Some Stuff

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Dustbury found this. You bold whatever you’ve done…

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea (from land)
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby (I seem to recall there was a woman who had something to do with it)
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day

Happy Repeal Day

Friday, December 5th, 2008

…and it’s on a Friday. Well, I know how I’m going to be celebrating…

A virtual toast to all you nobodies.

Yup, That’s How I Left It

Saturday, November 29th, 2008

Seattle, as photographed by Andy.

Blog Type

Saturday, November 22nd, 2008

Analyzing Your Blog Type, hat tip goes to Buck, who was filed into the Myers-Briggs spectrum as an…

ESTP – The Doers

The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.

The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

Buck claims to have been missed by a country mile. On the other hand, the engine-widget-whatchamacallzit had a look over our material here at The Blog That Nobody Reads, and it came back with the same thing produced by everyone else who’s ever inspected us with MBTI in mind, going clear back to childhood:

INTP – The Thinkers

The logical and analytical type. They are especialy attuned to difficult creative and intellectual challenges and always look for something more complex to dig into. They are great at finding subtle connections between things and imagine far-reaching implications.

They enjoy working with complex things using a lot of concepts and imaginative models of reality. Since they are not very good at seeing and understanding the needs of other people, they might come across as arrogant, impatient and insensitive to people that need some time to understand what they are talking about.

I’m attracted to this because it’s a weekend, and the subject matter has nothing to do with politics. However…I take umbrage with this “imagine far-reaching implications” thing. Next time you want to write up a profile on INTP, I say, get an INTP to write it. We don’t imagine connections between things that appear unrelated, to the casual observer — we comprehend them.

There I go, failing to see or understand the needs of others again.

LOLRadrz

Tuesday, November 18th, 2008

I say, if this makes a lick of sense to you…that means you’ve been hitting this site way too hard.

Not In It For The Attention, Mind You… XXV

Tuesday, November 18th, 2008

But The Blog That Nobody Reads — the one you’re reading now, that is — is, it would seem, responsible for injecting new life into Duffy’s Marriage. Yay!

Or for making the poor fellow sleep on the couch the other night. One of the two.

I know very little about Ms. Duffy, but I’ve been convinced for quite awhile she must be a wonderful lady, for a number of reasons. Now there’s another one.

Speaking of wonderful ladies, our cynical post also caught the attention of Jaded Haven who sprinkled it with her “ribald lagniappe of jolly smut.” Some crappy writers make up for their lack of talent by keeping a thesaurus at their elbows; she may or may not have a thesaurus at the elbow, but she’s a wonderful writer who will have you anchored at her corner of the web, leafing through the archives, grasping for more. To the sidebar she goes…

Questions for Moderates

Friday, November 14th, 2008

A relative cc’d me on a disagreement he’s having in the e-mail. It seems he offered his opinion where it wasn’t welcome. One should, out of politeness, always withdraw speedily from such exchanges, and it seems he did so, but I thought his brush-off to the brush-off was pretty elegant:

Sorry you aren’t open to dialogue on controversial topics. I’ll try to remember to exclude you from them.

We’ve got a lot of folks who aren’t open to dialogue on controversial topics — provided they’re assured their guys are winning, and things are goin’ their way. Once you have, let us say, a smirky arrogant cowboy in charge of things, these “neutral” folks are suddenly open to dialogue on controversial topics just fine, thankyewverymuch.

I jotted down a comisserative reply, and my flaky treacherous wireless card, and/or my slick “New Coke” Hotmail interface that likes to give me dumb looks when I dispatch it to do something — one of those two — promptly ate it.

Computers. They’re like traffic lights. I can hear ’em giggling at me, I swear I can.

Oh well. I’ll just upload it here.

Given that there’s a connection between these moderates who don’t want to see anyone criticizing anybody else, and our new President-Elect hopey-changey President-God, I’m looking forward to the answers that must surely emerge as we are deluged by these four years of “change”:

Is there a difference between what will soon engulf the entire union, and the oily machine politics that are the hallmark of the buroughs from whence the Messiah comes? And if we are to think there is to be such a difference, why is that exactly?

What does the ascension of the MOST liberal Senator, to the White House, have to do with moderation, compromise, a new tone in Washington, or an end to partisanship?

How come it’s over the line to say Obama is Carter’s second term, but quite alright to run around repeating, ad nauseum, that McCain is Bush’s third term?

I can’t think of any democrat contender more extreme than Sen. Obama, the guy who won; can you?

I can’t think of any Republican contender more “moderate” or “middle of the road” (liberal) than John McCain; can you?

I’m hearing a lot about how Republicans should strive for moderation, in order to properly learn from their mistakes. What, exactly, am I supposed to be inspecting within the events of the past few months, to conclude this is a sweeping mandate for more moderation? On either side? What am I missing?

Since Obama’s strategy for dealing with other nations sounds so much like John McCain’s strategy for dealing with other political parties — admit to your mistakes, and apologize for being what you are — wouldn’t the most likely ultimate result for America, of an Obama administration’s foreign policy, look a great deal like the electoral outcome for the GOP in the 2008 elections? Why or why not?

Last but not least: How come these “moderates” are so passionate about having everything done their way? The more I study it, the less it seems to have to do with ideological neutrality, and the more it seems to concern a drive to wallow in ignorance, melded with a determination to stay that way and make others that way.

“If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, it expects what never was and never will be.” — Thomas Jefferson.

Happy 4th

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

To The Blog That Nobody Reads.

It’s been a privilege getting to know you nobodies who somehow can never quite find the time to not stop by and not read anything. Hope you keep disappearing into the woodwork for a few more years.

Twenty Bullshit Narratives

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

Man, I am so jazzed about what happened with the previous post. I broke a cardinal rule there, you know.

I am a blogger with an software engineering background. I’ve found blogging is the opposite of engineering. Lemme explain how…

Let us say you have invented a software networking tool. It is a peer-to-peer networking tool that works kind of like those old programs that connected to bulletin boards. It is a Layer 5 tool you’ve invented, which means it is a session-layer tool. You remember that — Please Do Not Throw Sausage Pizza Away, 5th word begins with S, S stands for Session. Now let us say you have a customer that is running into problems with your tool, and whether you know it or not, the customer is having these problems because of the networking software on his desktop computer.

He has a serious bug in his datagram layer software, which is Layer 2.

You address this by changing your software. You are addressing a layer-2 problem with layer-5 fixes. What happens.

We-ell…

You burn a lot of midnight oil. You have very little to show for it. Your software modules take on thousands of lines of nonsense code that doesn’t really do anything. Your test cases turn to manure. You revert a lot of changes, and of those, you revert a lot of them right back again.

See where I’m going with this? In engineering, you address bugs at the layer in which they occur. Because addressing them somewhere else is always possible. But it’s a one-step-forward, three-steps-back proposition.

I’ve come to view blogging as the opposite.

People vote for Barack Obama, which is a problem. The problem is due to something else far more deeply-rooted…our continuing apathy toward truth, toward cause-and-effect thinking, toward reckoning with consequences as our parents and grandparents told us we should learn to do. But if you speak to that, you might very well lose your audience. So instead, maybe it’s better for bloggers to think like bloggers, and not as software engineers. Maybe bloggers should address symptoms instead of causes.

That’s been my rule. But I broke it.

This dipstick of a news anchor said, without a piece of evidence to back it up (so far as I know), that pro-Proposition-8 people were just as hateful and visceral as anti-Proposition-8 people. I could have acted as a good blogger and just addressed that.

But I went deeper. I broke form, and acted as a software engineer, analyzing the root cause.

I explored bullshit narratives; how popular they’ve become; what role they played in electing our Messiah of a President-Elect.

I was certain this would lose my audience. But this is The Blog That Nobody Reads. The nobodies who don’t stop by to not read The Blog That Nobody Reads when they don’t have the time, reacted favorably to it and it sparked a fascinating discussion, both online and off. And then more than a few of my friends around the web picked it up. Apparently, this has really hit a nerve.

Good. I hope the folks who’ve taken the time to comment on what this means to them, represent millions. And I think that they do.

So I made a new word, again. It’s a little bit more than one word…

Overly-Convenient Narrative (OCN), or Bullshit Narrative, Socially Expedient Narrative, Howdy Narrative:
A construct of words, sentences, expressions and focus-group-tested phrases to describe a sequence of events with only a casual relation to the truth. Recall that Bullshit has an interesting non-correlational relationship with truth: “One cannot bullshit unless one absolves onesself of any concern at all about personal costs involved in disregarding truth — costs absorbed by other parties, are quite alright.” Liars are not bullshitters because liars have to concern themselves with what’s true, and assert something that differs from it.

A bullshit narrative tends to be more believable than regular bullshit, because whereas regular bullshit meanders randomly toward and away-from what’s true, the OCN narrative is formed around a kernel of truth. It is overly-convenient because it is assembled according to what is likely to be proliferated the most rapidly among diverse audiences, and to survive the longest. People use it to introduce themselves to each other, and ingratiate themselves with others who have bought into the same bullshit narrative, thus striking up a chord of instant (if not somewhat phony) friendship.

I went on to compile a list. A list that I could, if I dare say so, add to all day long if I so chose:

Some notable overly-convenient, bullshit narratives:

1. Sarah Palin is a dumbass.
2. So is George W. Bush.
3. So is J. Danforth Quayle.
4. We’ve poisoned the environment, causing global warming, and now we’re all gonna die.
5. The rich don’t pay taxes because they can hire accountants who know all the tricks of the trade.
6. Joe McCarthy ruined the lives of hundreds of people over made up, trumped-up charges.
7. Religious people are bigoted and intolerant.
8. (DEBUNKED) America is such a racist country it will never elect a black President.
9. No one is truly free unless… (fill in the blank)
10. Saddam Hussein was not dangerous because he had no weapons.
11. Clinton kept us safe. The 9/11 attacks occurred on George Bush’s watch.
12. Whenever a Republican is President, the public debt explodes.
13. You can’t raise a family on minimum wage the way it is now.
14. Nobody has any business owning assault weapons.
15. Barack Obama… (fill in the blank)
16. Republicans are opposed to civil rights.
17. We shouldn’t care what the Founding Fathers thought of things, because those guys owned slaves.
18. America is all about separation of church and state.
19. Our strength lies in our diversity.
20. Republicans and democrats have the same goals in mind, just different ideas about how to get them done.

Thinking takes work.

A lot of people don’t want to do it.

They want to do a lot of talking anyway. So they recycle tropes. Tropes they “know” are true, because they’ve heard ’em so many times before.

The Election Is Over

Saturday, November 8th, 2008

I’m sick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Coffee at SunriseSick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Sick of politics.

Enjoy the holidays, everybody. Have fun. Be nice. Give thanks. Drive safe.

It’ll get better.

Update: BUT — if it’s really true that we’re all going to be unified from here on out, going forward; if history records The Chosen One was successful in stopping the fighting, bringing us together, and beginning a new eon of mutual respect and cooperation that started in the very week He first won the election; if it was all a wasteland of bitter snarking and sniping and ankle-biting on both sides, before, and from here on out it really is all love and harmony and hope and mutual adoration (H/T to Ace, via Hawkins)…

I’d like to make a simple request. A request for a somewhat-decent national memory of past events. Not even distant ones. Fairly recent ones. It’s not too much to ask, is it?

Let’s just remember how we got here.

We took the people who are always going to be filled with hate and anger if & when they aren’t in charge, and we put them in charge. We’ll leave ’til tomorrow all the debating about whether that’s a good thing or not, but let there be no confusion. That’s how we got here. That is how we got this “harmony.” Half of us are filled with rage if they don’t get their way, so we let them have what they want. Those are the folks who are all about mutual cooperation and mutual adoration now.

They’re fair-weather friends to it. That isn’t even theory. That’s recorded fact.

Now let’s all say grace together, dine on our Butterball turkeys, drink fine wine, watch the sun rise, and be thankful for each others’ company.

When I Start Running This Place

Wednesday, November 5th, 2008

Now seems as opportune a time as any to beef up my list…because once we’ve put up with President Obama for four years, the country will be about as ready for my special brand of leadership as it ever has been before. By the fourth quarter of 2012, I figure President Obama’s definition of a rich person will be someone making double-digits an hour, or more. Somewhere in that neighborhood. He’ll be smackin’ a luxury tax down on the kid who cooks your fries.

So we’re up to…what…forty-three things. I just came up with a 44th when I was waiting in line to buy my lunch, looking at all the glossies and tabloids.

We need truth in advertising in our glossies and tabloids. Good Housekeeping doesn’t have much to do with good housekeeping. There’s nothing cosmopolitan about Cosmo. People is all about really strange people; I don’t know any people like those.

We’re in the mood to regulate things, huh? Let’s start there.

You aren’t teaching any of your female readers 105 ways to please their men in bed that night, so stop printing things on your cover implying you are.

And the titles have got to go. When I am Dictator Of America For Life, the glossies have tightly regulated titles…maybe it’s more accurate to say tightly stenciled titles.

Pick one of the following:

 • Hollywood sluts in really nice clothes;
 • Hollywood bitches in really nice clothes;
 • Hollywood whores in really nice clothes;
 • Hollywood termagants in really nice clothes;
 • Hollywood trollops in really nice clothes;
 • Hollywood hookers in really nice clothes;
 • Hollywood tramps in really nice clothes;
 • Hollywood strumpets in really nice clothes;
 • Hollywood floozies in really nice clothes…

…I’ll give my thesaurus imagination a really good workout thinking up some more, because as a benevolent dictator, I think I owe it to the noble supermarket-glossy-mag industry to cast my net of ideas far and wide — to capture the true spirit of intellectual diversity that is the hallmark of those who sell overpriced paper-petroleum products to bored shoppers who don’t want to admit to having bought ’em.

If you see any articles in an overpriced glossy mag you don’t want to admit to having bought, that falls outside of the exhaustive list above, do let me know so I can produce a quick update. Well, you know. Anything outside those cantaloupe/blackberry recipes.

Not that I’ve ever personally bought one, or anything.

Quote Roundup

Sunday, November 2nd, 2008

You enter a comment on a blog, even on The Blog That Nobody Reads — it’s in the public domain, folks. And that can be a terrible risk if you say something embarrassing…or ingenious.

No stone will be left unturned in the effort to destroy marriage or anything that leads up to it.

Shannon in AZ, on third-wave feminists deploring long-distance relationships

They act — more than a little — like the blushing bride waiting for the rings to be exchanged so she can gain back the weight, stop wearing make-up, spend truckloads of money down at the mall, start shagging the best man, and never cook another meal again. Caveat emptor.

Me, on democrats trying to win elections and filibuster-proof the Senate

Wow, I’ve got power? usually I feel afraid to touch women for fear of lawsuit.

Tom the Impaler, on the notion that men have all or most of the power in “heteronormative dating”

I have often thought that when Homer Simpson so eloquently said “Beer: the cause of and solution to, all of life’s little problems.”, someone should have stood up and said “Testosterone: the cause of and solution to, all life’s BIG problems.”

Bill (wch), inspired by my belly-aching about another third-wave feminist’s belly-aching, on the subject of womens’ skimpy halloween costumes

The women who usually complain about this crap generally don’t have much going on the looks/figure department. It’s easier to blame piggish misogyny than lose a few pounds and hit the makeup counters at Sephora.

Daphne…the same subject, continued

If Obama loses it will spark the second American Civil War. Blood will run in the streets, believe me. And it’s not a coincidence that President Bush recalled soldiers from Iraq for Dick Cheney to lead against American citizens in the streets.

Erica Jong, providing a much more accurate encapsulated picture of the typical Obama supporter, than the typical Obama supporter would like people to think

No matter what your feelings about Gov. Palin, I think you’d have to agree there is a fair amount of negativity about her that could be fairly described, I think, as forced.

Me

Cross-posted at Right Wing News.

Not In It For The Attention, Mind You… XXIII

Friday, October 17th, 2008

…but blogger friend Cassy Fiano just compared us to the Sarahcuda. Wow, now THAT is a compliment. Kinda headed in the opposite direction from where it needs to go, though, ya know what I mean? Like having Dracula call you a vampire, or Yoda call you a Jedi Master, or…or…

…those metaphors are all lame. I get that way when I’m all giddy and overwhelmed. Wow, you could fry eggs on my big red ears right now.

She threw us all that attention on her way out of town. Letting go of the wheel. We already said we’d get a post ready to go, for our “guest blogging” stint sometime tonight…and wham, bam, here it is Friday already. We’ll get something locked & loaded, because hey, we said we would. And it’s not as if there’s a shortage of nonsense stuff going on already.

Seriously…we are just humbled, and overwhelmed. No, Cassy, you are the Sarahcuda! YOU are!